truth.

"if you have a girlfriend, you aren't allowed to be nice to another girl." - my friend, about heterosexual males.

my sense of privelege tells me taht that this is unacceptable!

"nintey-nine problems"

it's just cold.

on the subway, everyone looks defeated. 

a man speaking mostly in gibberish shreiks "good news! jesus is coming," and everyone knows he is wrong. jesus wouldn't come in mid-february.

somewhere below the snow-buried surface of the ground, their are seeds waiting to grow, allegedly.

life feels like the ride home from a water park--you are cold and wet in an inappropriate way. you just ate a lot of processes carbohydrates and are mildly bloated in a way you have become almost immune to. you are tired. It's dark outside. some people around you are sleeping in a way that makes you feel very alone for being awake. your dad is playing oldies that make you nauseous. was it all worth it?

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hilary clinton may be a little too old to run for president in the next election, huh? that sucks.